Chapter8
I would never forgive him for the betrayal no matter what his pitiful excuse would be, this humiliation that he had brought upon me, by dishonouring my trust and our relationship that was about to be bonded forever.
Never!
I knew Life was unpredictable, but having him as my partner was my biggest blessing, I assumed I could go through every difficulty together, hand in hand, side by side. But I should have known, that it was also known to be unjustifiably cruel with the never–ending negativity in humanity, the one person who was my everything, was now nothing.
I pathetically cried for another few minutes, muffling the sounds by biting my fist, my chest heaving down in short pants, and I let the whistle of the faucet water mask my weak whimpers.
Shudders of betrayal–filled terror generate throughout my body.
Then I washed my face again, scrubbing the tears and the pain etched onto my expressions. I cupped my hand to gather some water to wash my stinging eyes.
I would not shed another tear for a coward, spineless cheater excuse of a Man he became, or already was since I was too blind in love to see. I dragged myself out of the washroom, suppressing the depressing energy around me.
As soon as I walked into the room though, I was greeted by dead silence. I sighed biting my lips. With a deep breath and counterfeit confidence, I borrowed the courage to speak from my still–standing self–respect.
“I am sorry everyone,” I began, wary of what words I should use to excuse something as immoral as the situation. “There’s no wedding happening here, I am sorry that all your precious time was wasted.” my announcement came out flatly.
“Karry,” Chelsea utters tears shining in her eyes, as she strides over to me, breaking down in loud sobs, vibrations of her cries hitting my unmoving body, another two or three pairs of arms enclosed around me, I didn’t react, I couldn’t.
They all cried their hearts out, as you would at a funeral, or maybe it was truly that since the long–lasting love I dreamed about, bled out and died back in that pub.
I welcomed the warm, encouraging words, assurances, and condolences followed. Maybe a coffin, flowers and a tombstone wouldn’t have been such a terrible idea.
At my request, everyone left the room one after the other, the suite door closing behind them except for four people, I turned to to my brother.
“Did you get the tickets?” I asked my brother and he nodded uncertainly, concerned visible in his eyes.
“I’ve packed all your stuff,” Leona says, I give her an appreciating nod ignoring the sympathising look she was giving me.
“We only got five tickets, Xaviera and Dexter can fly with us,” Corwin announces checking on his phone,
“Are you sure you want to do this today itself?” Dexter asks me hesitantly, glancing at Leona and my Brother. I stared at him through my swollen itching eyes, pressing my lips in a thin line.
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“No doubt,” I replied, but my voice came out dry, cold and exhausted. They all exchanged apprehensive looks before Xaviera stepped ahead towards me with concerned watery eyes.
“Karry you fainted and your fever-,” she speaks gently, delicately, trying to explain.
“I want an out, “Texclaimed. “Out of his house and life, as soon as possible,” my statement was loud and firm. Dexter pulled her back, intertwining their hands together, as he nodded with an understanding look.
“I am with you Karry,” he assures, “Let’s pack our stuff.” He says to his wife.
“You are not in the condition-,” Corwin begins explaining and I cut him off.
“Why? Am I dead? I questioned harshly.
Chapter8
Can dead people feel pain?
“I am doing this with or without you,” my conclusion was clear as I walked over to my suitcase to grab an outfit to change into.
The physical weakness was still wavering inside me, but my shaken strength was still energised, no matter if I was drowning inside, gasping for air and life. That was me if I had something on my mind, I would be determined to do it, with no excuses, no delaying. And, this is one of the most crucial decisions I’ll ever make.
Exchanging another look of despair they all just retreated to do their packing before we left the resort. I absent–mindedly cleaned up and changed into some comfortable clothes. And forced my body to function and face the flow of life that wasn’t stopping anymore.
Fortunately, the resort manager talked to the owner about the issue and the woman who owned it was very supportive, and she refunded the rest of our money for the wedding day stay that wasn’t happening anymore.
Sucking up my self–esteem, I also called my boss and our event planning branch here to cancel the event that was to be held tomorrow. As well as the catering service, but they only returned half of the payment since it was against their policy.
I also contacted an emergency moving service that would bring my luggage to Boston, it was a trusted moving company so I was assured not that I owned any expensive items or would be packing that many. I would not take an inch of anything that belonged to him or bought with his money.
The regular chaos of the airport, rushing with activity, with travellers hurrying to check in and leave for their homes and destinations. The noises of rolling suitcases or people chattering, as well as the announcement all faded into the background.
Unintentionally, I could only focus on the dying flicker of the flame inside me, until the security check–up line.
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